Cultivation of Immortals: Gou picks up magic weapons behind others' backs

The battle situation fell into anxiety.

The longer the monsters stay here, the more violent their temperaments will become. Under extreme discomfort, they will even explode themselves to attack others.

Under such frequent self-explosions, Yu Qingge's skills were useless.

Coupled with the fact that her cultivation base is already a bit lower, it is even more difficult to deal with it.

"Brother."

Yu Qingge leaned over to Li Yiwei and asked him if he had any good ideas.

Li Yiwei calmly waved a spell to wipe out a monster that was about to attack him, "Wait."

"The current monsters are still within the control range of the harp, but as time goes by, the harp will be unable to control them sooner or later."

"At that time, she will reap the consequences of herself." Li Yiwei's tone suddenly turned cold. No one who has anything to do with Huang Quanhua can escape the fate of being destroyed.

Yu Qingge believed Li Yiwei's words. She looked at Si Niang who was floating in the air. While dealing with the attack of the twelve clan chiefs, she also had to struggle to control the harp. It was obvious that she was a little powerless.

At this time, the head of the Bifang clan took aim at the opportunity and attacked Siniang from behind.

Siniang faced the enemy with difficulty, and the konghou also played intermittently.

The eyes of the monsters below gradually turned blood red, and their expressions were painful and anxious, but this pain could not be vented with their actions.

In the end, they aimed at Si Niang in the air, who seemed to be the source of their suffering.

Thousands of monsters all turned their heads to stare at Siniang, roaring angrily.

Siniang shuddered all over, and the harp in her hand blew faster and louder.

But it seemed that the more she played, the more it played the opposite effect. The emotions of these monsters became more intense, and they became more hostile to Siniang.

Siniang's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and her clansmen also came forward to ask, now that the monsters don't attack the Twelve Clans, they will face even greater pressure, if this continues, they will definitely lose, what should they do?
She lowered her eyes, a struggle flashed in her eyes, and after a while, she looked at Fuxi's family with all her might.

sorry.

Si Niang murmured silently in her heart, and grabbed the young patriarch of the Fuxi clan who was full of her heart.

It actually directly absorbed the monster power from him and used it to quickly improve his cultivation.

After a while, the masked man turned into a mummy.

Seeing this, Yu Qingge clicked his tongue a few times. This is the end of a fool who blindly believes in love.

Fortunately, she only focused on cultivation.

In this way, all the Fuxi people present became Siniang's nourishment.

Afterwards, she ate another kind of elixir, and all the Nuwa people stood beside her to protect her.

Yu Qingge recognized that the elixir was very similar to the elixir that Siniang gave her back then, which could pretend to improve her cultivation.

Si Niang is now in the Nascent Soul stage, and she has absorbed so many demonic powers from the Fuxi people, and now that she is using the elixir, she is afraid that she will become a god in the short term.

But she doesn't have to go through the thunder disaster, which means she won't be rejected by this world.

The cultivator of Huashen is a crushing force to everyone present!
Yu Qingge became nervous and stared at Siniang.

The rest of the people present also noticed this change.

"No, hurry up and interrupt her!" Bai Yi shouted hastily.

The patriarch of the Bifang clan glanced at him, "You have the highest cultivation among the twelve clans, you go and stop her."

Bai Yi: "..."

He gritted his teeth and stomped on the ground with one foot, suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the main city, and everyone was blown to pieces.

Yu Qingge hugged the pillar tightly, his face distorted by the blow.

The surrounding Nuwa people who were protecting the law were also blown to nowhere.

But Siniang remained motionless in the strong wind.

The patriarchs of the twelve clans attacked Siniang at the same time. Although the abilities of the Nascent Soul cultivator could not move mountains and fill seas, they were still terrifying.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators present could be destroyed with a single gesture of the hand.

Bai Shu made a timely move and used the magic weapon left by the Bai Ze clan from ancient times to protect the rest of the people in time.

Xingyun has been observing the situation, and suddenly said, "It's too late now, Si Niang's cultivation has reached the level of a fake god."

Although there is a fake word in front of the fake God of Transformation, but the cultivation level is still the real stage of God Transformation.

Twelve Nascent Soul cultivators were not enough for her to see.

Si Niang slightly raised her eyes, glanced at the monsters attacking her, raised her plain hand, and thousands of monsters were destroyed and turned into corpses all over the ground.

Bai Yi gritted his teeth and pushed forward, desperately attacking Siniang.

But there is more than a hundred times the distance between Nascent Soul and Huashen.

All the spells couldn't touch Siniang's body.

Everyone can understand that they have no chance now.

Yu Qingge touched the red mole on her wrist, could it be that she will never be able to touch the threshold of foundation establishment in this life.

Tsk!As fate would have it, no matter how many attempts she made, she was still defeated here.

She didn't have the chance to take a second look at everyone in Tian Cangzong.

I don't know if Mo Zifeng and Wang Chutong have divorced or not, but Weijiao has nothing to worry about.

And Huanhuan, even though she has dual spiritual roots, the turbid spiritual energy in her body still prevents her from building a foundation.

In the future, I'm afraid that I will have to forcibly find the blood of the Yaozu to integrate like her.

It's just that the road is too difficult.

Obviously death was just around the corner, but Yu Qingge unexpectedly found that she was not afraid, not even a trace of nervousness in her heart.

Perhaps it was because she had faced death already.

She simply sat down cross-legged and found a travel journal to read.

Li Yiwei looked at her actions and suddenly laughed, "Are you ready to die?"

Yu Qingge responded naturally, "Yes."

"Otherwise what else can we do?"

"Yes." Li Yiwei said firmly.

"any solution?"

"Si Niang is not noticed by this small world now because she is not a real cultivator of transformation spirit, then we can make her a real cultivation cultivator of transformation spirit."

Yu Qingge didn't speak, just waiting for what he would say next.

Li Yiwei looked at Si Niang outside through the protective magic weapon, "She was originally in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. After absorbing so much demon power, her true cultivation must have been raised to the late stage of Nascent Soul."

"If the patriarch of the twelve clans transfers half of their monster power to Si Niang, then she doesn't want to be promoted to the God of Transformation, she must be promoted."

"As for the Yaozu, there hasn't been a cultivator who has transformed into a god for nearly a thousand years. This time, she will definitely die."

Li Yiwei told Bai Shu the method, Bai Shu pondered for a moment, and immediately transmitted the sound to Bai Yi.

The old man Bai Yi glanced at his eldest son.

Damn it, I'm giving Lao Tzu another problem.

He passed on the words to the other patriarchs exactly as they were.

"How about it?"

"What's the matter?" the patriarch of the Bifang clan yelled violently again, "You have said your mother is the only way, of course I did it according to your way."

"Could it be possible to watch her destroy the main city?"